He Loves Me... He Loves Me Not

Ginny Weasley sat along the edge of the lake, staring at a certain green-eyed boy sitting on the other side as she pulled off petals from the flower she held in her hand.

"He loves me… he loves me not… he loves me…"

She looked down at the flower. There was one petal left.

Ginny sighed, "He loves me not."

She looked across the lake at Harry. He was just sitting there, watching the Giant Squid swim lazily through the waters.

It had been two years. Two long years, yet still, it seemed that every little thing reminded him of the godfather he had lost. Voldemort was gone now as well, and still, Harry hid within himself.

Sometime over the last two years, Ginny and Harry had grown closer, mainly due to Ron and Hermione evolving into a couple, and Harry's feeling like a third wheel. She knew that they would never mean to leave him out like that, but because of their new friendship, Harry had begun confiding in her, something he had rarely done—ever, even with Ron and Hermione. He had told her of the dream he had nearly every night, where Sirius was once again alive, and Harry was living with him at Grimmauld Place, until suddenly Harry would look for Sirius and he wasn't there, and all that was left in their home was a note with the words ‘I've left you, Harry… forever' written on it. He had also told her of how just even looking at a house-elf made his heart race with a thirst for revenge. And how whenever he was alone and had nothing to do, his thoughts would drift to his godfather, and the future they would never have, and the memories they would never make.

Ginny glanced up and across the lake. Harry was still sitting there, all by himself. Even from across the lake, she could see the sadness held within those green eyes.

How she wished she could be the one to take the sadness from his eyes, and replace it with the happiness that was there up until the end of his fourth year.

All Harry needed was someone to love him.

Why shouldn't that someone be her?

For the past two years, Ginny had been that strong, sturdy wall that Harry could fall on to when things got too tough for him to handle on his own.

And all she wanted in return was his love for her.

That's all.

But she was quite sure that that love was non-existent.

She looked up at Harry once more. He was now dragging his fingers absentmindedly through the waters.

Ginny couldn't help but think about how cute he looked when he had that faraway expression on his face.

It really was too bad that Harry thought she was over him. But going through so many boyfriends in the last three years to help herself fall out of love with him had only made her realize that she would always love Harry, and only Harry.

Now she couldn't get enough of him—he was all she ever thought about, all she ever wanted to look at

So she looked again.

Boys shouldn't be made this gorgeous, she thought to herself, it's enough to make a girl go insane.

She was too busy staring at him to realize that he was staring back at her as well. But once Ginny noticed, she quickly tore her eyes away from Harry and instead focused on the giant squid.

Oh gods, she thought, he must think I'm so strange, staring at him all the time.

And yet she still risked another glance.

But Harry had gone.

Ginny looked around, hoping to see where he had gone to, but it was as though he had vanished into thin air.

Perhaps he's Apparated up to Gryffindor Tower or something, she thought, but then the reprimanding voice of Hermione forced its way into her mind:

You cannot Apparate or Disapparate anywhere on school grounds, Ginny!

Ginny sighed, and plucked up another flower from the lake's edge. She began to peel the petals off once again.

"He loves me…" Sometimes it really seemed like he loved her just as she loved him. Mainly when he was letting her in on his feelings and he would look into her eyes and tell her that she was the only person he could really talk to.

She took another petal off of the flower.

"He loves me not…" And yet sometimes he acted as though she meant absolutely nothing to him. He would get into a mood where he would shut everyone out… including her.

Ginny let another petal fall to the ground.

"He loves me…" Sometimes Harry would flirt with her like there was no tomorrow. Just like this past December when he had spent Christmas at The Burrow with her family. Harry and her had had a snowball fight and then had fallen down into the snow together…

"He loves me not…" said Ginny, pulling off another petal. Harry would sometimes get mad at her for no reason, or when she didn't understand something he was trying to say, and he would yell at her, "Sirius would have understood!" But she would never get mad at him for it. She knew that it was still so hard for Harry, and that no matter how long it had been since his godfather's death, it would still hurt.

Soon the pile of loose petals at Ginny's feet grew to be quite large, and the flower became barer and barer.

"He loves me… he loves me not…"

There was just one petal left now.

"He loves—" she began, but was cut off by someone abruptly placing his lips on her own.

It was the most sensational kiss Ginny had ever experienced. She didn't want to open her eyes for fear that she wouldn't see who she wanted it to be kissing her.

But the kiss eventually ended, and Ginny soon found herself looking into the green eyes of Harry Potter.

"He loves her," he whispered to her, as they both leaned in to share another kiss.